Chapter 660 - 660 660 Mysterious Black Gas

Chapter 660: Chapter 660 Mysterious Black Gas Chapter 660: Chapter 660 Mysterious Black Gas “Indeed, it is Kunlun Valley!”

Wu Fire was very certain in its reply, but just as it wanted to continue speaking, it was interrupted by Feng Wuchen.

Feng Wuchen waved his hand and said, “You don’t need to say anymore, I’ve been to that place. There’s nothing there, it seems that you really are deceiving me.”

During his speech, Feng Wuchen decisively continued with his alchemical refining.

“What? I deceive you? You brat, you… Ah…” Wu Fire didn’t finish speaking when it suddenly let out a wail.

“You little bastard! You dare to renege on your word!” Wu Fire was thunderously angry.

“Although I don’t know what your purpose is, don’t treat me as a three-year-old child,” said Feng Wuchen icily, then closed his eyes and no longer paid any attention to Wu Fire.

“You little brat! I will slaughter you!” Realizing it had been deceived, Wu Fire roared in extreme fury.

Feng Wuchen paid no heed, after all, Wu Fire was currently in an extremely weak state and posed no threat to Feng Wuchen.

“Ah…” The Seventh Layer’s space was filled with the screams of Wu Fire.

Feng Wuchen, while refining and saying he didn’t believe it, kept it greatly in mind.

“Kunlun Valley has long ceased to exist; could it truly be hiding primordial power?” Feng Wuchen wondered inwardly. It wasn’t that he didn’t believe Wu Fire, but from the memory of the Evil Dragon God, he knew that Kunlun Valley had already perished in the great battle of that year.

But since Wu Fire had mentioned Kunlun Valley, Feng Wuchen felt he should find time to visit it.

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Illusion Sea Realm’s Zhuge family.

Zhuge Liancheng paced back and forth in the grand hall, his face anxious.

“Feng Wuchen! Feng Wuchen! Feng Wuchen!” The anxious Zhuge Liancheng kept biting down on Feng Wuchen’s name, appearing as if he wished to tear Feng Wuchen into a thousand pieces.

“Young master.” At that moment, a maidservant entered the hall.

“How is it? Is Ling’er doing well?” Seeing the maidservant come in, Zhuge Liancheng hurriedly asked.

The maidservant replied, “Young master, Miss Ling’er still won’t let me in.”

“This… What should we do?” Zhuge Liancheng fretted and said, “Ling’er has locked herself up for over a month now. If this continues, I’m worried about Ling’er…”

“Su Su, you must think of a solution quickly,” Zhuge Liancheng urged in desperation.

The maidservant known as Su Su said helplessly, “Young master, if Miss Ling’er won’t let us in, there’s nothing I can do. If Miss Ling’er gets angry, won’t I be…”

“Feng Wuchen! If anything happens to Ling’er, I will never forgive you!” Zhuge Liancheng ground his teeth in rage, his eyes filled with fierce murderous intent.

Zhuge Liancheng hated Feng Wuchen to the bone. If it weren’t for Feng Wuchen, Mo Ling’er wouldn’t be in her current state.

Since the battle in the Illusion Sea Realm, Mo Ling’er had completely changed, becoming dazed and dispirited, looking forlorn and lost.

Having stayed in the Zhuge family for so long, she now hadn’t left her room in over a month.

Mo Ling’er had locked herself inside, not allowing anyone to enter, and no one knew her current condition.

This was why Zhuge Liancheng was so worried.

The battle in the Illusion Sea Realm resulted in the annihilation of the Holy Sun Sect, with its number one talent Duan Moming dying at the hands of Feng Wuchen, a tremendous blow that plunged Mo Ling’er into an abyss.

Mo Ling’er knew she had lost, lost completely, lost to the point of no return in this lifetime.

Mo Ling’er’s mind was incessantly haunted by the specter of Feng Wuchen, unable to be erased.

Every time she recalled the past, Mo Ling’er felt her cheeks burning with fiery embarrassment.

Inside the room, Mo Ling’er sat in a daze, her face expressionless, dispirited and vacant, like a walking corpse, as if life had lost all meaning to her.

“Ling’er! It’s me, hurry up and open the door.” The tranquil space was suddenly broken by the voice of Zhuge Liancheng from outside the door.

Mo Ling’er, as always, remained motionless, as if she had not heard Zhuge Liancheng’s voice, or perhaps she simply did not care.

No matter how much Zhuge Liancheng shouted, Mo Ling’er did not respond.

Wisp upon wisp of eerie black air began to spread across the room out of nowhere, and even though Mo Ling’er was aware of it, she still remained indifferent.

The bizarre black air sealed the room, subsequently emitting an extremely terrifying and evil aura.

“A woman’s hatred is far more dreadful than a man’s vengeance for his murdered father,” a deep and hoarse voice came from the eerie black air.

Upon hearing this, Mo Ling’er, who had been completely still, finally showed a slight change in her beautiful eyes.

“Who are you?” Mo Ling’er asked, as if she had only just noticed the sinister black air that had appeared out of nowhere in the room.

The terrible evil aura immediately frightened Mo Ling’er to the extreme, turning her pretty face deathly pale.

“I am someone who has come to help you,” the hoarse voice from the black air said, sounding as though it possessed a certain devilish charm.

“Someone to help me?” Mo Ling’er looked stunned.

“Don’t you want power and authority? I can give them to you!” the eerie black air said calmly, as if all of this was easily attainable for him.

“You can give them to me?” Mo Ling’er looked at the black air in shock, feeling like she was dreaming, yet also feeling that the person speaking had ulterior motives.

“Indeed, I can give them to you. As long as you want them, I can give them to you!” The hoarse voice came with utmost confidence from the black air.

“Why should I believe you?” Mo Ling’er asked with a frown.

“Because I can wipe out the Immortal Tool Pavilion with a mere wave of my hand and destroy the entire Wuji Domain.” The black air was extremely arrogant, not putting the Immortal Tool Pavilion in its sight at all.

To make Mo Ling’er believe, the strange black air suddenly lit up with a purple glow, and an extreme terrifying power poured into Mo Ling’er’s body.

“What are you trying to do?” Mo Ling’er was horrified.

“Do not resist!” the eerie black air shouted coldly, its terrifying momentum shaking Mo Ling’er to the core.

But at that moment, Mo Ling’er was shocked to find that as this terrifying power entered her body, her cultivation level began to skyrocket at an alarming rate.

“Tianyuan Realm Eightfold!”

“Tianyuan Realm Ninth Level!”

“Heavenly Human Realm First Layer!”

“Heavenly Human Realm Third Layer!”

“…”

The terrifying speed of the enhancement left Mo Ling’er dumbfounded.

This was simply a dream!

Who in the world had such a dreadful energy that could transform a practitioner of the Seventh Level of the Tianyuan Realm into a powerhouse of the Fifth Layer of the Heavenly Human Realm in the blink of an eye?

What kind of terrifying divine skills were these?

If one could master such terrible divine skills, they could cultivate a large number of powerful warriors at any time.

“Heavenly Human Realm Five… Fifth Layer! This… How is this possible…” Mo Ling’er’s face was filled with disbelief, as she could clearly feel the overwhelming power.

“How about it? Do you believe now?” the eerie black air asked.

“Who on earth are you? Why do you want to help me?” Mo Ling’er asked the black air. She was well aware that pies don’t just fall from the sky.

“Because I am in great need of someone like you, who harbors boundless hatred. If you want to advance your cultivation more quickly, you can practice this cultivation technique, and I can also teach you powerful martial skills!”